The Great American Melting Pot by katy reilly
Fourteen is spending late nights at a friend’s house on a weeknight, just because ‘you have to study for a test,’ when really, you simply enjoy each other’s company while analyzing the point in which anaphase occurs during mitosis. The stress of school and the next four years is bearing down on you, but you still have time to be that energetic middle school kid you were only a year ago.
Fourteen is when every day is a new challenge, whether socially or academically.
At 14, you think extensively every morning about what you’re wearing, silently cursing yourself for not doing the laundry the night before. You contemplate wearing sweatpants on a daily basis, but the guilt of wearing cute outfits 4 days a week, then spoiling it with pajamas one day is far too heavy. It’s a good day when you have time to swipe on your favorite mascara, but you’re still not getting out of the house until 7:45. Your favorite outfit is the one that lays bare your skin and accentuates the curves of your body to prove you aren’t a little girl any longer, and the best part of each day is when you get home after walking through the brisk December wind and collapsing on the couch, dreaming of hot ramen with sweet corn and bok choy.